Anya took two girls into the rescue program recently... Here's the report from Pete VanderLann and Mary Beth Bliss, complete with photos of the girls in their new life:
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April 5, 2010 —
We had a Swiss-bred Berner who lived with us 'til the age of 12 when she just finally gave it up of natural causes. We had her daughter as well who passed on about 1 1/2 years later. We spent a few years without a Berner in our lives as we worked on carving out a livable situation, having inherited the farm which has been in my wife's family for many generations in New Hampshire. Mary Beth had inquired about Bernese rescue earlier in the year and then after a long passage of time, Anya wrote to her regarding two sisters who were being given up for adoption in Connecticut. Things moved very quickly with that unstable relationship and soon the underground Berner railway found us with these two girls living in foster care here in the White Mountains.
They absolutely love it here, and we love having them. They both needed surgery, spaying and eyework. Their age was such that the great advantages of spaying had already passed them by but the tight lids on their eyes were causing them a great deal of discomfort and had since birth. Two weeks ago, they had both procedures and have their stitches out tomorrow. They have recovered really quickly and it is wonderful to see their eyes fully open and absorbing this 110 acre farm. We walk every day into the forest on a skidder trail that we upgraded to accomodate horses and skiers two years ago. They stop and inspect everything that needs attention. They are constantly herded by our English Farm Collie and they occasionally let her know that they really aren't sheep. Everybody barks way too much. After a month of having them here every day, we let Anya know last week that we would like to adopt them. We both work at home so they can be with us all day, get their walks and take baby steps into the trout pond by the garden. They give the quarter horses a wide berth for the most part and make a beeline for the only remaining pile of snow still here on the north side of the barn.
You have simply no idea what a wonderful thing you are all doing. I could not imagine being in circumstances where I would have to give up a Berner but the world has become a scary place and things really change fast now. I am so glad we were able to provide a home for these great mature girls. They fit like a great pair of old shoes. It seems like they've been here forever.
April 12, 2010 —
The girls are doing well—with their stitches out now they can really see without pain for the first time in their lives. They seem deliriously happy cruising from field to field and inspecting the stream that flows through them every morning. After the walk it's off to the glassworks for a marrow bone while I warm up the equipment. Once it gets too warm for them, they leave for the cooler recesses of the old barn, down near the horses. Any time anyone comes through, they lurch up expectantly for a walk, which won't really come until lunch. Then at lunch it's off to the pond for a big drink and a frog check, which is still way too early in the spring.
They seem to have a pretty good time here. Man, it is really hard to type when you are getting double Berner bounces.
April 13, 2010 —
Yesterday our English Farm Collie, who was recorded at 33 and plays back at 78, found her Frisbee. That got one of the Berners pretty excited but she could never keep up with an aerial specialist. Periodically the collie would drop the frisbee and to her enormous annoyance, the bigger of the two Berners simply sat on it. The end. The collie doesn't drop the frisbee much anymore.